Niamh was used to waiting. She had four older brothers, waiting was basically how she spent 80% of her time. (The other 20% was split between punching and various other activities.) Luckily, Tony Stark's house was a hell of a lot more comfortable than her own.
So comfortable that when she was told she would need to wait a little long, she didn't really care. Instead, she draped herself across the closest couch and closed her eyes. It was the most comfortable couch in the entire existence of couches. She didn't like leather couches, as a rule, but this one was so soft and smooth it was like a million old ladies died chewing the leather until is felt like silk. And it was cool to the touch, making her happy she had left her jacket on over her dress.
It was like laying on a cloud, one leg dangling off the side. One hand rested on her stomach and the other lifted to cover her eyes from the light until they mysteriously dimmed and her hand dropped to the couch next to the puddle of her hair. "Thanks JARVIS."
She wouldn't mind waiting if this was where she got to wait.
She might fall asleep though, waiting on a cloud like this.
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So comfortable that when she was told she would need to wait a little long, she didn't really care. Instead, she draped herself across the closest couch and closed her eyes. It was the most comfortable couch in the entire existence of couches. She didn't like leather couches, as a rule, but this one was so soft and smooth it was like a million old ladies died chewing the leather until is felt like silk. And it was cool to the touch, making her happy she had left her jacket on over her dress.
It was like laying on a cloud, one leg dangling off the side. One hand rested on her stomach and the other lifted to cover her eyes from the light until they mysteriously dimmed and her hand dropped to the couch next to the puddle of her hair. "Thanks JARVIS."
She wouldn't mind waiting if this was where she got to wait.
She might fall asleep though, waiting on a cloud like this.